The same thing I did with a whore.

Language is my whore, my mistress, my wife, my pen-friend, my check-out girl. Language is a complimentary moist lemon-scented cleansing square or handy freshen-up wipette. Language is the breath of God, the dew on a...

I know you are a whore, but it makes no difference to me.

You can lead a whore to culture, but you can’t make her think.

To all ladies who like offering sex to a man in the first few weeks of dating, this is what happens: Once he penetrates you, he will start seeing invisible spots on your face, which...

A man who lives with his wife is safer and more venerable than a man who lives with a tramp.

He sells his loyalties to the highest bidder. Shouldn’t even a mercenary have morals? That’s the textbook definition of a whore!

What is the world coming to, when you can’t trust a whore named Snake?

Thank heavens that somewhere deep in all women is a whore

I hate being a writer. i tend to stick my emotions in things that cannot reciprocate. I’ve become a whore for my craft.

What’s a whore? She’s like the guilty counterfeited coin Which whosoe’re first stamps it brings in trouble all that receive it.

Men see beauty wherever they can get it. But that’s the allure of the Red Light Princess. Like any good whore, she’s whoever you want her to be.

Sometimes I almost pity them. I think I have a freedom they cannot understand. No insult, no blame can touch me. Because I have set myself beyond the pale. I am nothing, I am hardly...

She knew every single one of us. Gave us the chance to share in her bed. We all took comfort that she was here and we were not alone. The princess had nothing but love...

…There’s an -or- in -whore- because you always have a choice to respect your body and say no.

There just isn’t enough cock in this world to be caught suckin’ and be called anything but a slut for life. The cynic in me would call it a bad habit, but that’d make me...

Then, if to make your ruin more,You’ll peevishly be coy,Die with the scandal of a whoreAnd never know the joy.

A whore Ailean may have been, but a loving, caring whore who adored his offspring and mate.

A tired man lay down his headin a dusty room so dim,and for so long his wife did shakeand yell to waken him.Meanwhile his thoughts, his dreams, did stirof sandy, red bullfights,of powder-blasts in the...